The Cyber Hymnal ‎#9776

9776. Come, Let Us Now Forget Our Mirth

1 Come, let us now forget our mirth,
And think that we must die:
What are our best delights on earth,
Compared with those on high?

2 A sad and sinful world is this,
Although it seems so fair;
But Heaven is perfect joy and bliss,
For God Himself is there.

3 Here all our pleasures soon are past,
Our brightest joys decay;
But pleasures there for ever last,
And can not fade away.

4 Here many a pain and bitter groan
Our feeble bodies tear;
But pain and sickness are not known,
And never shall be, there.

5 Here sins and sorrows we deplore
With many cares distressed;
But there the mourners weep no more,
And there the weary rest.

6 Our dearest friends when death shall call,
At once must hence depart;
But there we hope to meet them all,
And never, never part.

7 Then let us love and serve the Lord
With all our youthful powers,
And we shall gain this great reward,
This glory shall be ours.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, let us now forget our mirth
• Title: Come, Let Us Now Forget Our Mirth
• Author: Jane Taylor
• Meter: CM
• Language: English
• Source: Hymns for Infant Minds, 1809
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: TRIBULATION
• Meter: CM
• Key: F Major
• Source: Patterson's Church Music by Robert Patterson, 1813
• Copyright: Public Domain